WHO: Charlie and Evan. WHAT: Charlie has a proposal for Evan concerning the revolution. WHERE: Grand Central infirmary. WHEN: Wednesday, January 18th, 2019. Morning. RATING: Medium for language, probably. STATUS: In progress.
It had been a week since the Liberty attacks and the sewer incident, and Charlie was getting antsy. She'd never been much for patience or planning, and it felt like there had been a lot of the former and not much of the latter. Things had gotten a little crazy with Kori going missing, but sooner or later, it almost felt like things had stalled. Well, aside from Leah talking to Holloway. She wished she could've seen that; the twitchy internet kid had always kind of annoyed her, and it was only her respect of his intelligence (the kid had basically invented the post-apocalyptic internet) that kept her from tormenting him. But if he knew something about all the shit that was going down, all bets were off. Her fists would be glad to make an appointment with the internet nerd's face, if it came to that.
On top of everything, she'd formed a kind of sort of alliance with the leader of the Princess Squad, which made her beyond uncomfortable. It took all her self-control not to tell Princess Sunshine that she was responsible for her father's death, but Brandon had already let his version of the truth slip to others, so Charlie kept her mouth shut. Instead, she'd made a promise to herself: the blow to kill that psychopath leader would come from the crossbow of Andreas Alghren, and it would be sweet, bloody, poetic fucking justice.
But first? She needed a plan and manpower, and she had a feeling that a certain French revolutionary could help her with both those things, but only if she could spin this right, make it seem like it'd be good for the revolutionary effort. Not that Charlie wasn't behind the revolution one hundred and ten percent, but this was different. That was business. This was personal, blood for blood, and it could be seen as a risk. Arming Liberty Island the way she wanted to was a roll of the dice. On the one hand, it could give them exceptional manpower. On the other, the people of Liberty could side with the government when shit finally hit the fan, and that would mean innocent people getting killed. Ellis and Liberty would be extremely useful bases to have: isolated, easy to lock down, and easy to protect.
The small bottle of ibuprofen rattled in her pocket as she stood on tiptoe at the entrance to the Grand Central infirmary, searching for a head of particularly fabulous hair, making a beeline once she spotted it. "How you feeling, Steve Irwin?" Charlie asked Evan by way of greeting with a small grin, pulling the bottle out of her pocket and tossing it to him. "Here. Get well present. My own personal fucking hangover stash, so use it well."